"Your friend has manners to learn," Gazzandrea snorts, insulted, "but he is wise with numbers; they are many to your few. I will scatter them now Karlson Freidrich Schmidt, but they will soon bring many spears and arrows such that I will not reapproach them. Fare thee well, Karlson!" and with this last she launches into the air like a coiled cat, and the quick beating of her serpent wings carry her away into the night.